Daylight Saving.
It fades the curtains, confuses the cows, and now... fails to impact upon the sleeping habits of Mike. Ok, all was fine when spring sprung forward, but now falls falling back the boy hasnt.
We are (now, thankfully, were) back to 5:45am starts.
Oh well, at least it gets dad into work early enough to knock off in daylight. And come weekend, nick off for a surf! (Mmmm... the glass is indeed half full...)
We blame Tasmania.
When Mike isn't contributing to sleep deprivation he's taken to drawing - clearly another example of his grandfathers genes. At first we were somewhat concerned that he was more than likely to impale himself/mum with the pencil than create a masterpiece, but, well, we was wrong.
As dad pointed out (see pic left, and explanation submitted as attachment A) clearly the Mr Squiggle etching is a beachside scene of the Heidelberg school genre; bayside beach, wispy sky, naked bodies, windsurfer...
Other activities have included, (but are far from limited to), carrying stuff about in his truck (great - now the remote control could be anywhere), ducking his head underwater at swim class, failing to duck his head when walking his truck under tables (ouch), eating seaweed, throwing food great distances, trying to climb stuff - like the TV cabinet, going to his first playgroup, lovers tiff with Teddy (they no longer appear to be sleeping buddies), laughing at his mum when she stubbed her toe (a.la Homer Simpson: "Its funny cos it didnt happen to me") and...
...made his first joke.
Yes. A joke.
Having just vaguely grasped the concept that "Aww-Ohhhh..." means something happened you didn't really want to happen, he's been known to mutter it, very occasionally, at times of accidental muck ups. A dropped mush spoon, a tipped over truck, a raspberry blown when his mouth was still full of weetabix etc...
Hence when he summoned {name removed to protect the embaressed} to play with him in another room after dinner, far away from everyone else and presumably their earshot, and {...} dropped a mighty beans-for-lunch powered poop toot, Mike waited the perfect comics second before blurting...
Aww-Ohhhh!
His first joke.
And it involved bodily functions.
He made his dad proud.
Attachment A: (click to enlarge)
Mike W, 2007-
Sunny South II, 2008
Pencil on recycled paper
29.5cm x 21.0cm
Family Fridge Gallery
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It fades the curtains, confuses the cows, and now... fails to impact upon the sleeping habits of Mike. Ok, all was fine when spring sprung forward, but now falls falling back the boy hasnt.
We are (now, thankfully, were) back to 5:45am starts.
Oh well, at least it gets dad into work early enough to knock off in daylight. And come weekend, nick off for a surf! (Mmmm... the glass is indeed half full...)
We blame Tasmania.
When Mike isn't contributing to sleep deprivation he's taken to drawing - clearly another example of his grandfathers genes. At first we were somewhat concerned that he was more than likely to impale himself/mum with the pencil than create a masterpiece, but, well, we was wrong.
As dad pointed out (see pic left, and explanation submitted as attachment A) clearly the Mr Squiggle etching is a beachside scene of the Heidelberg school genre; bayside beach, wispy sky, naked bodies, windsurfer...
Other activities have included, (but are far from limited to), carrying stuff about in his truck (great - now the remote control could be anywhere), ducking his head underwater at swim class, failing to duck his head when walking his truck under tables (ouch), eating seaweed, throwing food great distances, trying to climb stuff - like the TV cabinet, going to his first playgroup, lovers tiff with Teddy (they no longer appear to be sleeping buddies), laughing at his mum when she stubbed her toe (a.la Homer Simpson: "Its funny cos it didnt happen to me") and...
...made his first joke.
Yes. A joke.
Having just vaguely grasped the concept that "Aww-Ohhhh..." means something happened you didn't really want to happen, he's been known to mutter it, very occasionally, at times of accidental muck ups. A dropped mush spoon, a tipped over truck, a raspberry blown when his mouth was still full of weetabix etc...
Hence when he summoned {name removed to protect the embaressed} to play with him in another room after dinner, far away from everyone else and presumably their earshot, and {...} dropped a mighty beans-for-lunch powered poop toot, Mike waited the perfect comics second before blurting...
Aww-Ohhhh!
His first joke.
And it involved bodily functions.
He made his dad proud.
Attachment A: (click to enlarge)
Mike W, 2007-
Sunny South II, 2008
Pencil on recycled paper
29.5cm x 21.0cm
Family Fridge Gallery
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